I am your other mod. I'm dropping by to greet everyone. ^_^ I know things just got started here and are rather slow, but I was hoping to get things rolling here. I'm glad to be here with all of you and I can't wait to see everyone's work. Let's all have some fun! ^_~

I'd like to post here a fic I started. All I have complete is the prologue. I'm hoping I can muster the inspiration for more. So, please enjoy and take the time to review if you can. I'd be most grateful to see what people think.

Title: Marked By FateAuthor:scandalous_chibDisclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.Rating: PG in this partSummary: The Kingdom of Gryffindor falls to Emperor Voldemort and the King's only son has gone missing. The only one that can save the other three kingdoms is the one who has the "heart of a lion, the tongue of a serpent, and is marked by fate with lightening." ANs/Warnings: Involves slash and muggle abuse. LOL The pairing will eventually be Harry/Draco. Knowing my smut skills, the rating will skyrocket at some point. This one is in complete dedication to my beta, Anna Malfoy. ^_^ Nuff said.

Marked By Fate

prologue

by Chibimono Akuno

The palace was in an uproar. Every able bodied man was given arms and was called to order by the King. The women wished them well and fled with the children as far away as they could, before the rain of fire and brimstone could begin.

The end was coming, but they would not fall without fight. No one survived the wrath of the Emperor, but the Kingdom of Gryffindor would not stand back and let itself be taken.

James, King of the House of Potter, addressed his soldiers. He walked among them, a King who treated lesser men as equals. He shook hands and patted shoulders. These men were his people and he wanted them to know that he would die for them, just as they would willingly die for him.

We still have a future, he let them know, and that future rests in the children who are were escaping. Together, they will all fight to the death to let the future live. Together, they will fight the Emperor who wronged them and now wished to destroy them. Together, they will rise to fight for that which is good and just, fight for the future and all generations after and onward.

The men cheered and pledged themselves to their King before mounting the horses and hoisting their gear. It was now or never. It was do or die. It was only right.

And before them all, the King had his son, his only heir, brought out of the palace by his eldest counsellor. He blessed his son, tears falling freely before his soldiers. The King then called forth his most trusted messenger and gave to him the Sword of Gryffindor, asking him to keep it safe for his son, safe for the future of all of Gryffindor. Together, the counsellor and messenger fled far, far away.

James and his Queen took to the front of the legions, leading the soldiers into battle themselves. It was a very fierce battle, laying waste all of Gryffindor, leaving it a ruin of barren land.

The messenger travelled long and far, seeking out his cousin in the distant kingdom of Slytherin. By the time he reached her, word of Gryffindor's destruction had reached him. He was welcomed into the palace and given refuge. The Sword of Gryffindor was presented to the King, Lucius, of the House of Malfoy, in a request to keep it safe until the heir could be found.

When the king asked the messenger of the baby, the messenger could only say that he did not know what had become of him.

As for the wizard who had taken the boy from the Gryffindor palace, he travelled far and wide with the child, seeking out the help of a witch whom he knew well. But he was too old and with a tiny child the journey was too hard. Before he could bring the child to safety, he passed away, leaving the baby with only one sign of his true heritage: a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.